Somewhere in that time you learn how to apply makeup I’ve left behind the blue eye shadow.
But I’ll still wear watermelon lip gloss.
You start shopping at real stores, wearing colors, clothes that fit, and somewhere
I’ve gained a sense of what matches and what doesn’t.
But I’ll still wear the occasional black shirt.
You finally learn how to control all ten pounds of hair,
I’ve lost the split ends, and the part straight down the middle.
But I still have (improved) bangs.
You gain confidence and make new friends
I've left behind the bad influences But I'm still close with those who matter. Warm Up 21: Revision of My Random Thoughts
I’m pondering about Whitney wanting to listen to music, and how I have to work tonight; I can’t remember if I work til close or if I can get off early. If I do get off early I’m going to go watch Cruel Intentions 3 with Katy, because he night before we watched Cruel Intentions at Joey’ house and it was…interesting, to say the least. This plain Dasani water, I wish I would have gotten a packet of flavor to enhance it with. I wonder what I’ll be doing this weekend. I have to work Friday, but maybe I’ll have time to hang out with people after that and paint the town red! I’m glad we don’t have early morning band tomorrow morning, since we’ll have school pictures, but I wish we didn’t have to go outside at all…it will destroy my hair. What will I wear for pictures? Should I take a shower tonight or in the morning…Sierra’s ribbon in her hair is gold and shiny, I wish I owned more ribbons to accentuate my hair. Dylan’s bookbag is such a bright, neon shade of yellow, it’s ridiculous.
Whosoever room this is should be proud!
His guitars arranged in a straight line.
His naughty posters of women on the walls
Angie isn’t happy, but John says that’s just fine.
His pictures from dances are all in one drawer
His questionable pole in the middle of his room
His Scene It lay by his TV
And his cds lying around, like Impending Doom
!This is Dylan's voice
Dylans nostrils
I woke up in the morn...
I rolled right out of bed.
I wasn't quite awake just yet,
Somehow I hit my head!
And then I drank some joe,
To wake me up some more.
I quickly put on makeup
And headed out the door
Yet I was late for school
It's really not my fault
Mom, it's a Monday morning!
What I want is
Enough power
To make a difference
In peoples lives
What I want is
Enough knowledge
To share with the world
What I want is
Enough soul
To express myself
What I want is
A smile
From a stranger
Knowing that I caused it
What I want is
Enough strength
To get through any obstacles
And achieve everything I want.
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A lot can change in five years...
Somewhere in that time you learn how to apply makeup
I’ve left behind the blue eye shadow.
But I’ll still wear watermelon lip gloss.
You start shopping at real stores, wearing colors, clothes that fit, and somewhere
I’ve gained a sense of what matches and what doesn’t.
But I’ll still wear the occasional black shirt.
You finally learn how to control all ten pounds of hair,
I’ve lost the split ends, and the part straight down the middle.
But I still have (improved) bangs.
You gain confidence and make new friends
I've left behind the bad influences
But I'm still close with those who matter.
Warm Up 21: Revision of My Random Thoughts
I’m pondering about Whitney wanting to listen to music, and how I have to work tonight; I can’t remember if I work til close or if I can get off early. If I do get off early I’m going to go watch Cruel Intentions 3 with Katy, because he night before we watched Cruel Intentions at Joey’ house and it was…interesting, to say the least. This plain Dasani water, I wish I would have gotten a packet of flavor to enhance it with. I wonder what I’ll be doing this weekend. I have to work Friday, but maybe I’ll have time to hang out with people after that and paint the town red! I’m glad we don’t have early morning band tomorrow morning, since we’ll have school pictures, but I wish we didn’t have to go outside at all…it will destroy my hair. What will I wear for pictures? Should I take a shower tonight or in the morning…Sierra’s ribbon in her hair is gold and shiny, I wish I owned more ribbons to accentuate my hair. Dylan’s bookbag is such a bright, neon shade of yellow, it’s ridiculous.
Whosoever room this is should be proud!
His guitars arranged in a straight line.
His naughty posters of women on the walls
Angie isn’t happy, but John says that’s just fine.
His pictures from dances are all in one drawer
His questionable pole in the middle of his room
His Scene It lay by his TV
And his cds lying around, like Impending Doom
! This is Dylan's voice
I woke up in the morn...
I rolled right out of bed.
I wasn't quite awake just yet,
Somehow I hit my head!
And then I drank some joe,
To wake me up some more.
I quickly put on makeup
And headed out the door
Yet I was late for school
It's really not my fault
Mom, it's a Monday morning!
What I want is
Enough power
To make a difference
In peoples lives
What I want is
Enough knowledge
To share with the world
What I want is
Enough soul
To express myself
What I want is
A smile
From a stranger
Knowing that I caused it
What I want is
Enough strength
To get through any obstacles
And achieve everything I want.